Black Widow from Tsunami by Waves Upon Us

I met her at a funeral. She had a black dress on.
But I couldn’t help myself from imagining what she’d look like with nothing on.
I followed a tear as it rolled down her chin and onto her chest
But much to my surprise, the sparkle in her eyes was not that of someone who was bereft.
Oh she didn’t seem to mind that I was staring anywhere except her eyes.
She walked over and grabbed my hand and asked me if I was just like the other guys.
Then she winked and smiled and tossed me into the back of her late husbands hearse.
That’s when I realized that she was laying webs for flies; you know the grief was just a disguise.
She was a black widow.

I saw her in the newspaper; she had a green dress on.
The article said that she was married again to someone who had it going on.
He made a small fortune; shuffling stocks.
But he must have been deaf or dumb, not hear that death was at his door a knocking.
He didn’t seem to mind that spending his money was how she spent her time.
Figured it was the price you paid for the privilege of having a trophy wife.
Life as king hadn’t taught him anything about keeping the old empire alive.
And I don’t think he realized that she was laying webs for flies, you know their love was just a disguise. She was a black widow.

I saw her on the TV news; she had a red dress on.
The reporter said that she had gotten caught shortly after a gun had gone off.
I guess she’d gotten impatient and couldn’t make any legal arrangements.
To be left into the money, oh man its kind of funny she got caught in her own web.
She was a black widow.

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